The middle years

The middle years

A smart mouth filled with attitude, is all she was at Seventeen, quick with a opinion, to her life was but a dream

Everything was shiny new, each try was for the first time, hair coloured and music, she loved to stray out of line

Fast cars, cheap drink, her first time to have full sex, she gave herself up for love, to a guy whose now a ex

Wild clothes and wilder nights, coming home real late, risking all for one new buzz, she trusted to her fate

Girls wanted to be her, she was the leader of the pack, never did she follow, others cued to watch her back

Oh to live those times again, to go back to middle days, when everything was simple and you chose all the plays

No need to be the adult, no pressures of the day, endless nights of ignorance, Is where you long to stay

Go in your room and close your door, just slip back in time, when there was no pressure and life was just a rhyme

Ron